Dreams have fascinated
mankind for as long
as we've walked the Earth.
This is a place to share
stories of
dreams we have had which
came true. If you have
one you'd like to tell,
please write to me. I will be
glad to include it here.
AutumnWolf's True Dream:
I had a dream that some friends and I stole a
car and got into an awful
accident. (i was a bit of a wild child, 14 ys
old at the time). I told my
best friend about the dream and then forgot all
about it. the next night a
bunch of my friends were gonna take this guys
car out for a joyride but i
stayed behind because this guy i liked wasn't
going and i wanted to hang out
with him. To make a long story short, the next
day i got dragged out of
class at school because they had been in a horrible
accident and 2 of them
were barely alive in the hospital.
Too bad I didn't take the dream more seriously,
not that they would have
listened anyway had i told them not to go.
Dcybele's dream:
I had a dream that I was sitting in my basement
(which BTW looked nothing LIKE my basement at the time) watching the Blue
Jays play in the American League Championship
game and they were winning something like 400 -5 or something. Then
milk
started dripping from the ceiling.
The next night the Blue Jays won the American
League Championship game by a large margin and they poured milk on the
winning pitcher Dave Stewart. This is odd
as they normally douse everyone in champagne, but Mr. Stewart doesn't drink.
John's dream:
I'm not sure if it counts as a dream, but when
my son was 3, my wife
and I went to Worlworth's and bought a number
of items that the cashier
put into a large plastic bag. When we got
home, we put the items away,
and I didn't think much about it until after
my son went to bed.
I made a point of throwing out the bag, because
I knew that they could
be dangerous around small children, but I kept
having this image of my
son suffocating. It was so strong that
I had to go upstairs and check
for myself that he was still breathing.
The next morning, when my son came down stairs,
the first thing he said
was, "Mommy, were's that Wolworth's bag?"
It was probably just normal parental paranoia,
but sometimes I'm not
sure. I don't know what would have happened
with the bag, but I know
it scares me to think about. I get the
creeps just telling the story.
Rhiannon's Brother-Dream:
My brother died this past
June of cancer. He was a lot of things.... an
athlete, a joker, a smoker,
and a clown, a charismatic and joyful man, a part-time jerk,
a husband, a warrior, a
hedonistic, and a gardener.
This past spring, we put
in a garden. The daughters requested pumpkins for
Halloween, so we planted
some. Got some gorgeous vines and flowers,
but absolutely no pumpkins....
the embryo fruits would die on the vines
(we have had a drought
going on here, despite watering the garden).
A few weeks ago, I dreamed
of the garden, and that I was standing there gazing
at the lush but pumpkin-less
vines, and fretting over why we have no
pumpkins for our three
girls. I felt a presence by me, and there was my
brother in full health,
laughing as usual (Told you he could be a jerk!)
and asking me what was
my big boo-hoo about. Told him about the
lack of pumpkins. He pointed
at the vines and said: 'Well, what's that,
chicka?' And there
were three pumpkins, half-orange! I turned and said:
"Well, they weren't there
a minute ago!" He just laughed, winked,
and was gone.
Of course, the next morning
I told my husband about the dream, and
rushed out to the garden.
Sure enough.... not one pumpkin in sight, not
even a 'female blossom'
from which the fruit comes.
But a few days later, we
not only had female blossoms, we had 3
pumpkins growing. And they
are still growing out there, and doing well.
Thanks, brother..... I
know you did it!
board:
I thought that a Forum
where we could discuss
our dreams, however
weird, funny, scary or odd, might
be interesting.
If you agree, the link is below: